Truth be told, my heart has been aching lately. It’s been filled with such frustration about the state of education.
I feel bogged down by paperwork and grading and policies and politics.
But then. It happens. That one little piece of assurance.
Today, a student that I poured hours of time and effort into; who I prayed for, graduated high school.
And breathe.
She is starting college next month. She is turning her life into a success story.
And she FaceTimed me and told me that she couldn’t have done it without me and to thank me. In her cap and gown. No big deal.
It meant more to me than any gift I could have received. Those words are something I will treasure for the rest of my life.
I did something worthwhile. If that is all my life amounts to, it is enough. One student was helped and gave me credit for that.
I am beyond humbled by that thought.
And it is reassurance that I am doing the right thing. I am making a difference. I am not a terrible teacher that I seem to think I am. I have made a difference.
My heart, full. My soul, encouraged. My eyes, full of tears.
Merry Christmas to me.